He was hard. Because of me.
His hands were still roaming my torso. He found my nipples and gently squeezed them. Heat rippled through me, and I gasped. “I like that.”
“I know. I remember.” Cole rolled his hips in a minute circle. “You like this too... feeling my dick press into you. I had other plans for you tonight, but you’re so fucking hot like this.”
“What were your plans?”
“Nakedness. Maybe a massage. I want you to be comfortable around me.”
“I am.”
“Okay. Comfortable around yourself then. When you’re with me and you’re naked.”
“Would you be naked too?”
“If you want me to be.”
“I do.”
“Then we can still do it, just let me have this a little bit longer.”
My heart thumped as we slowly ground together. Arousal rode through me in waves, some gentle, others with such heat I couldn’t see how I’d ever stop chasing the friction of his dick below me or survive seeing him naked without coming in ten seconds flat.
I was so turned on I could barely breathe. Somewhere in the back of my horny mind, I wondered how this was my life. How my predictable existence had become this, here, with him. But my mind wasn’t doing the talking, and taking my clothes off seemed far less daunting when I paired it with the prospect of seeing Cole’s dick. “Tell me about this massage.”
Cole tugged me down so my bare chest hit his. He leaned up to kiss me and treated me to a brief sweep of his tongue in my mouth.
I kissed him back, pushing back on his cock, and his low moan made my leg muscles clench.
Cole chuckled. “We’ll never get there if you keep doing that.”
“What?”
“Making me want to throw you down and fuck you.”
“You’d do that?”
“No.”
“Oh.” The wrong kind of heat bloomed in my gut.
Cole gripped my chin again. “Only because you’re not ready. Not because I don’t want to.”
“What if I am ready—”
Cole flipped us, and I found myself on my back, staring up at him. He wedged himself between my legs and bent my knees to my chest, looming over me. His hand moved to my waistband, and he ground his hips into mine, rough, demanding.
Expecting.
Panic seized my lungs. I sucked in a breath, but Cole quieted me with a finger to my lips. “Shh. I’m messing around. I’m never going to throw you down and doanythingto you unless you ask me to, okay?”
I blinked hard and nodded, trying to push the images of me doing just that, and what he’d do next, out of my head. There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted those things, but... yeah, the mere thought of it still made me shake, and not in the good way. He was right: I wasn’t ready.
Cole disentangled himself from my legs and got up. He disappeared for a moment, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
It wasn’t where I wanted to be, so I closed my eyes and focused on the heat still simmering in my belly. In a strange way it grounded me. Or maybe it was the scent of whatever Cole was burning. Whatever. It didn’t take long for the fear of something that wasn’t going to happen to fade away.
Cole came back. I opened my eyes to the bottle of massage oil in his hand and reached up to take it from him. “Coconut? It’s not going to make me smell like a biscuit, is it? Because the horses will be all over that.”
